O Christ, you wept when grief was raw

O Christ, you wept when grief was raw,
and felt for those who mourned their friend;
come close to where we would not be
and hold us, numbed by this life’s end.

2. The well-loved voice is silent now
and we have much we meant to say;
collect our lost and wandering words
and keep them till the endless day.

3. We try to hold what is not here
and fear for what we do not know;
O, take our hands in yours, good Lord,
and free us to let our friend go.

4. In all our loneliness and doubt
through what we cannot realize,
address us from your empty tomb
and tell us that life never dies.